I am a fixer; I want to repair,

I want to remedy your woes,

And take you up to highest heights,

The place where my heart goes



Each time I hear your voice,

In the timbre that matches your playful eyes,

Dulcet lovely tones, so choice,

It expands my mind, you must realize,



Ah, but instead I damage more,

The very muse I hold so dear,

So uncomfortable I become,

At the sound of the tiniest tear,



And yet, I love you, Muse,

An oafish child, though I am still…

You inspire the best of me,

You’re my Venus in the clamshell!



I want to frame your face,

When your smile allays my pain,

And gentle words drip from your lips,

Like drops from leaves after the rain,



You quicken my belief,

And make me want to try,

To be the best that I can be,

To make you glad, and keep you nigh.